Our ongoing fan Lana del Rey wears SHAREEN at the ELLE Style Awards 2016 and wins Female Artist of the Year.
SHAREEN NEW YORK
by appointment only.
There seems to be some confusion, so for the sake of clarity, your beloved Shareen Downtown is still the abundant vintage jewel you so kindly created with me. I join you in your love for that sisterhood clubhouse. It is my home and my blessing. I am maintaining it with new amazing vintage pieces weekly. This said, both Shareen LA and Shareen NY would be closed, yes, out of business, without the bridal collection. I thank God every day that I said yes to those of you who first asked me to make your wedding dresses. If I had resisted, both of my stores would have closed last year. I don’t think I need to tell you that the vintage market has changed significantly. Additionally, the dress fell out of fashion about four years ago. The fashion girl who built my business disappeared. Our foot traffic dropped to what would have been a terrifying place except that at the same time I began building out bridal. It made sense. I had done dresses for all of your moments, day to night, prom to formal. Of course I would now turn my attention to the most important of dresses.
The reality for Shareen NY is that it is just big enough to accommodate the bridal growth. As much as I would love to have the luxury of maintaining a room of vintage, it’s not worth it for a few 42 dollar vintage sales a week. It makes sense to let the store go bridal all the way and allow LA to keep all of its merchandise, securing it as the rockstar that it is!!
On a side note, I look forward to seeing all of you who have been gone for so long again soon. The dress is about to make a comeback, and I know few others and places more expert in the dress than yours truly.
Shareen Bridal on LA Magazine‘s short list of
“Top Wedding Dress Boutiques”.
“If I were to have a slogan for my company it might be
‘Shareen…for the reluctant bride’
…My brides are a bit embarrassed by anything insincere,
inauthentic,or that plays into the hand of stale tradition.”
Honored by the New York Times today in the “Dresses Our Brides Have Worn” article. Rebecca was featured in a one-of-a-kind vintage reworked “Alexa” from SHAREEN Bridal. Originally a strapless 1950s prom dress. Thanks to all – So grateful!
Julie being the most smashing Maid of Honor ever for her lovely sister in the Mandana dress in the palest pink.
Julie is wearing the “Mandana” in pink from the Shareen Collection.
When I clean my house I always start in exactly one corner.
Taking on the 6 rooms of the small bungalow at once is too much for me.
I do remember one day when I dusted in one room and swept in another, tidied here and straightened there, and back round again and again. For the most part, it worked, but I felt dizzy from it and scattered. If the phone had rung while I spun these cleaning plates, I certainly would have dropped the whole lot.
When things are in disarray it is best to start in one corner, and work one’s way out, bit by bit.
The world is a mess. If you feel off or down or confused, slightly insecure, flashing anxiety, it is because though your room may be tidy, what surrounds it is in forms of upset ranging from disorder to disaster. The air that touches us is filled with the echo of grief.
As you begin your day today, as you venture out into your immediate world, pick one corner and make it better.
In my church, in churches around the country, near the end of the service the pastor will ask you to ‘pass the peace’. Though you may feel sometimes uncomfortable you will turn behind you, then turn again to reach out in front, and either take a hand, or in my case, embrace a stranger with a hug, and say, “peace be with you” .
At the Presbyterian Church on Fifth avenue, standing beside me was Steve. He was grizzled and big and sweaty. His hands were swollen and cracked. He stood and kneeled and stood again and sat beside me sharing in the service. A stranger holding a respectful distance and silence. But at “pass the peace”, when I took him into my arms, he became mine, a friend, a fellow, a journeyman along my way. “ Peace be with you” I said near his ear. “ Peace be with you.” He said into my hair, and as I pulled away from him, I looked into his eyes, mine then filled with joy at having felt his heart beat. I beamed at him, then leaning in to whisper I said, “ It’s the best part, isn’t it? “ And he smiled too. “ It is. “ he said. And we smiled into each other with shyness and knowing and gratitude. My heart lifted and filled with singing.
Isn’t it sometimes just unbearable sweetness to feel your love penetrate another and receive that gratitude returned?
Pass the peace. Do it everywhere you go today.
Let us begin in our small corner. Hand out a dollar, reach out a hand, deliver a kind word and bit by bit let us make a difference.
I dream of a day when we all agree that at a certain hour on a certain day, all over the world, at once, we will turn to whom ever is standing beside us and say, “Peace be with you.”